‘Yes, sir.’
‘Don’t complicate matters, because a lot of the time they don’t need complicating. Now, can you do me a favour and send DS Capper in?’
And that was that. I left the room without saying another word, wondering just how much worse things could get.
I found Capper over at the photocopier talking to Hunsdon. I told him Knox wanted to see him, and he went off with a sly smile. When he’d gone, I turned to Hunsdon.
‘Have you got those phone records yet?’ I asked him.
‘Yeah, they faxed them through this morning. I’ve got them here somewhere.’ He picked up a pile of papers from the in-tray and went through them quickly.
‘Were they any use?’ I asked him as he searched.
‘Not really,’ he said, handing me two sheets of A4 paper.
I took them off him and glanced down the first page, which detailed outgoing calls. There was a total of ninety-seven listed, all made in the twenty-eight days up until the date of the murder. The left-hand column gave the date and time of each one, the right-hand column identified the numbers called. The second sheet detailed the incoming ones, of which there were fifty-six.
‘These numbers have got no names with them,’ I said, looking up at him.
‘That’s right. That’s why they’re not much use.’
‘Can’t they identify the person each number’s registered to?’
‘Yeah, but apparently that takes a lot longer because it involves more than one company. There’s a lot of cross-checking databases, that sort of thing, but they’re on the case at the moment. I should be getting a list any time now.’
I put the sheets in the copier and ran a copy, giving the originals back to him. ‘Look, can you give me the names of the people you’re dealing with? I don’t mind chasing it.’
He looked at me uncertainly. ‘What’s the point? They’re not going to tell us anything. So she made calls to Wells and he made calls to her. That stands to reason.’
‘Humour me.’
‘The bloke I’ve been dealing with is called John Claire. I’ve got his number back at my desk.’
‘Well, let’s go back and get it, then.’
Reluctantly he returned to his desk with me in tow and dug out the number. I got the feeling he hadn’t exactly been pushing himself to get the information on Miriam’s records, but that was Hunsdon for you. He wasn’t a bad copper in many ways, but he was a lazy bastard, and not the best at performing routine tasks, especially when he thought the tasks themselves were a bit pointless.
I wrote the number down and he asked me again what the point of chasing it up was.
It was, I suppose, a good question. I think at that precise moment my interest stemmed from a real desire to put one over on Knox and Capper and wipe the smiles off their faces. Maybe Wells was the man responsible for Miriam’s murder, but it just didn’t seem to me to be as cut and dried as they all thought. For the sake of a couple of phone calls, I was more than happy to be the one who proved them wrong.
15
There were seven numbers which came up more than three times among the phone calls to and from Miriam Fox’s mobile, and I decided to concentrate on finding out who they belonged to, as well as all the numbers she’d either called or received calls from during the last three days of her life. It was quite possible that they wouldn’t tell me anything; even if they did, it was still going to be extremely difficult to get Knox to authorize any further investigation, particularly now that he’d charged Wells. But I still felt it was worth a try.
I called John Claire from my desk, but his line was busy. I lit and smoked a cigarette down to the butt and called him again, but it was still engaged. He was obviously a hard-working boy. I was going to give it five minutes and try him again but I never got the chance. A knifepoint robbery had occurred at a backstreet newsagent’s less than half a mile from the station and I was ordered to attend with Malik to take statements from the proprietor and any witnesses. We were there for about an hour, trying to calm down the proprietor’s wife, who’d had a knife held against her throat by a kid of no more than thirteen while his five laughing mates had ransacked the place. The husband, who’d been out at the wholesaler’s, was distraught. He harangued us and society in general for turning out kids who thought so little of using violence. We didn’t try to argue with him. He was right. I told them we’d do what we could to apprehend the perpetrators and thanked them for their help. We then got a squad car to take the wife to hospital for a check-up and returned to the station to file our report.
At ten past five, I tried John Claire’s number again. This time he answered immediately. I explained who I was and why I was phoning.
‘Yeah, I was dealing with one of your colleagues, DC…?’
‘Hunsdon.’
‘That’s right. I was trying to get together some information for him. Telephone records.’
‘Yeah, I know. How far are you down the line? It’s just I need them pretty quickly.’
‘I’ve already sent them,’ he said, sounding surprised. ‘I emailed them to him this morning.’
‘No, we’ve got the actual numbers, it’s the people they belong to we need to know. Who the phones are registered to.’
‘Yeah, I know. That’s what I sent him. I sent him a list with the numbers on it yesterday. I had to chase down the names of the people and it took a bit of time. I said as soon as I got the information I’d get it across to him. And I did. This morning.’
Clearly, Hunsdon hadn’t been checking his mail.
